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|Cantares 2:11|
For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;
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12
|Cantares 2:12|
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing [of birds] is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
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13
|Cantares 2:13|
The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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14
|Cantares 2:14|
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
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15
|Cantares 2:15|
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
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16
|Cantares 2:16|
My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
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17
|Cantares 2:17|
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.
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